* Please Review! This is a Deuces Wild Fan Fic for VeritasKym. She requested it a LONG time ago and really helped me come with the plot. I need a break from The Perfect One, I finished up two of my other stories so I'm starting this. I'm not following the story line, just using the characters*
Elizabeth Martin stepped out of her car and looked over her the door to her new apartment. It was a big step for her to be moving out on her own. She was starting a new job and had a new place. It wasn't a new town but she didn't know if anyone she used know still lived there. She was actually only interested in knowing where one person was. Her old best friend Marco Vendetti.
Marco and Elizabeth had lived next door to each other for a few years. He always had breakfast and dinner at her house because his parents were drunk. He had even slept over a few times, the times when he had shown up when his parents were fighting. By the time Elizabeth turned ten and Marco was twelve, her parents had had enough of them. They called the police to file a report on how poor Marco was being treated. They threaten Elizabeth and killed the family dog so her family had no choice but to leave. But she was back, thirteen years later.
Marco strolled into his normal diner, ready to order his coffee when his past came rushing in. In the back of the diner, sitting by herself, was the one bit of goodness from his childhood. Marco stopped dead in his tracks. She was grown but he would know her face anywhere. She had stayed with him. Elizabeth Martin had been his first crush and his first kiss, when she was nine and he was eleven. As if she sense him, Elizabeth lifted her green eyes up from the paper she had been reading. Her lips parted in shock. He started to smirk as he moved towards her.
" Elizabeth Julette Martin. What the hell are you doing back in my town?" He said. She smiled and stood up. His voice had changed. It was smooth and had a casual, almost lazy draw to it. Gone was the high pitch squeal he used to have.
" I wasn't sure you'd still be here." She said. When he reached her, they hugged tightly. He closed his eyes. She smelled like lavender. He pulled away enough to allow his bright blue eyes to flow over her.
" Adulthood has done you wonders." She blushed under his gaze. " Turn around so I can check the whole package out." He didn't wait for her to respond. He took her hand and gently nudged her to do a slow spin. But she laughed instead.
" Stop it." She said, refusing to allow him to turn her. He grinned and let her go.
" Let's sit and talk." He said.
Adulthood had done him well as well, she thought to herself. His eyes were still the amazing shade of blue they always had been. His hair was a dark brown and he had grown up to be tall. His smile was cocky and he was sporting a goatee. His arms were trimmed and toned. His chest looked broad and his stomach was tight. He was wearing a dark blue wife beater that showed her everything he had to offer.
The old friends talked. And talked. And talked. Then he followed her to her new place. They talked some more once they settled into her couch. He asked her about her parents and steered her questions away from his family. He sat reclining back with his left arm across the back of the couch and his right one rubbing his chin or lip as he smiled and listened to her.
They laughed together like they had when they were kids. Before he left that night, Marco asked her to dinner and she agreed. He left her place grinning and feeling excited for the first time in a long time. She had went to bed but had been unable to sleep. Yeah, adulthood had done Marco good. She had liked him when they were little. He was older than her and let her tag along with him wherever he went. He protected her from bullies at school that like to pick on little girls.
At the end of the date the next night, Marco walked her to her door. They stood together, holding hands and talking until Marco's hands went into her hair. He kissed her fast and without thinking. Adulthood had done wonders for their kissing. She held onto his wrists while they made out. He pulled her close, putting one arm around her waist. Her heart was slamming in her chest while his tongue wrapped around hers. His excitement grew as her breath slipped over his cheek. Their heads moved slowly in different directions. He wanted her but Elizabeth was different from other girls and he would treat her as such.
And just like that, they were dating.
Marco picked her up for work and drove her home several nights during the few weeks they were together. She made them dinner or he took her out. He kept her away from the town's trouble. He put the word out that she was his and was not be touched. She was to be kept out of the gangs' war and fight. His friends razed him, teased him, because he was stuck like glue to her. But Marco didn't care. He had spent years thinking about Elizabeth Martin and she was finally back in his life.
Marco let this friends believe whatever they wanted. He had a reputation to up hold and didn't think they playful jokes would hurt anyone. Marco was quick to act and everyone knew it, everyone but Elizabeth. Marco could get a girl's panties off in five seconds flat. Elizabeth was different from his other girls though so he hadn't tried to take her to bed. Not that he didn't want too. He wanted her bad. She was clean, natural and sexy as a grown up. He wanted in her bed, wanted her in his. It was going to be good between them, judging by how she kissed him but one once in his life, Marco wanted to make things right. He wanted things to go slow and nice but three weeks into their dating, Marco went to jail.
Elizabeth had been shocked. She had no idea what kind of things Marco had been caught up in but Bobby, brother to the leader of the Deuces, had been quick to fill her in. He told her about the drugs Marco had sold to Bobby's brother, resulting in the guy's death. He told her of the people Marco beat up and the women he kept in his bed. She learned more things about Marco then she cared to learn. After hearing what he had to say, after hearing about all the things Marco did and what Marco had been saying about her, Elizabeth vowed never to talk to him again. She mourned the little boy he had once been but felt foolish for falling for the lines he had been feeding her. She felt stupid that she had let herself start to fall him and for thinking that he actually cared about her.
Marco stayed in jail for six months. He was pissed that she had ditched him. His sources told him she had been spotted with Bobby and that pissed him off more. Everyone knew she belonged to him, EVERYONE. The Vipers, the Deuces, everyone. No one was supposed to go after her. No one was supposed to talk to her. But there was Bobby, taking his woman to dinner and the park. They were seen out everywhere. Marco wouldn't admit to anyone, or himself, that it hurt him. He wouldn't admit it that her absent in his life while he was in jail was killing him.
So the first thing Marco did when he got out of jail was to go visited one of the local whores. He was angry. He was frustrated. His friends seemed to think Bobby and Elizabeth were an actually couple. Marco wanted to bury his angry deep into another warm body. He closed his eyes and pumped away until he came. It wasn't the best orgasm he had ever had but it calmed him and allowed him to clear his thought.
His next move was to show up at her place.
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Elizabeth had just hung up the phone with Bobby and she was smiling. Bobby was a nice guy. She knew he wanted more than she was willingly to give him but he wasn't pushing her. They were casually seeing each other because Elizabeth wasn't ready to have anything serious. They were just having fun. They would going out and talking.
That night they were going to meet up at a drive-in diner so she wanted to get ready. She moved to her bedroom and changed her clothes, choosing jeans and a plain white shirt when a knock came to her door. She walked through her apartment and opened it without thinking or worrying about anything. Marco was standing on her porch with his forearms resting on the door frame and a smirk on his face.
" Going somewhere, Baby? Or are you just getting ready for me?" He asked.
" What do you want, Marco?" She snapped as she turned around to walk into her apartment.
" I missed you. It's been a long six months." He said, strolling into her place. Elizabeth rolled her eyes and shook her head. He slipped her door shut.
" Oh yeah? And what did you miss most? My sweet ass?" She asked as she sat down on her couch. "Maybe it was my firm tits. Oh! Oh! I know! My mouth and how it feels on your dick!" She spit out. Marco came to stand on the other side of her coffee table so he was standing in front of her. He frowned as he crossed his arms over his chest.
" What the hell are you talking about?" He asked.
" Like you didn't know, Marco! How could you say that shit about me!" She yelled.
" Say what?" He asked in confusion.
" You know what! You told everyone that we had sex! You made me sound like a common whore!" She yelled, standing straight up.
" Who the hell told you that?" Marco asked with a frown.
" It doesn't matter who. You said horrible things about me. You told people I would blow you at traffic lights, how could you do that? How could you say that about me?" Elizabeth asked. Marco shook his head as he brought his right hand to his chin.
" I never said shit like that." He said. Elizabeth laughed as she started around the coffee table.
" Please, Marco. I have heard that from more than one person." She said.
" And what else did you hear?" He asked as he rubbed his chin while he thought.
" It doesn't really matter." She said as she took a hold of his arm. " I want you to leave."
" I'm not going anyway. We need to talk." Marco said while she pulled against him. " I want to know why you're hanging out with Bobby." He said as he pulled his arm away from her.
" I can hang out with whoever I want too. Leave." Elizabeth said. Marco moved fast. He grabbed her by her forearms and spun her around. Elizabeth cried out in surprise. He pinned her to the wall by her front door.
" Who told you I was saying that shit about you?" He asked. His voice was low and dangerous. Elizabeth pushed him at his shoulders.
" Get away from me!" She said as she struggled.
" No." Marco said. He placed his hands against her shoulders and put one leg between hers. He pressed himself against her to still her movements. " Who told you I said shit and what do you think I said?"
" Let go of me." She snapped.
" You are going to tell me what I want to know." Marco hissed hard. He was used to getting what he wanted from people and she was no different. When she didn't answer him, he squeezed her arms hard, hard enough to make her whine. He narrowed his eyes at her.
" Marcs, you're hurting me." She said softly. Something went over his face. He looked down at his hands then backed away from her quickly. At the mention of her childhood nickname for him, Marco snapped out of his anger. He hadn't wanted to hurt her. He hadn't meant to hurt her.
" I'm...I'm sorry." He said in a very un-Marco like move. Elizabeth shook her head.
" I want you to leave." She said, crossing her arms over her chest.
" You shouldn't trust Bobby. He's not what you think." Marco said.
" Get out." She said.
" I never said anything bad about you. Trust me on that, Baby."
" Get out."
" I never told anyone you were sucking me..."
" GET OUT!" Elizabeth yelled while she shook with anger and fear. Marco frowned but backed up even more from her. He put his hands up as he moved towards the door.
" I never said shit, Elizabeth. I won't do that to you." He said before he walked out of her place. Elizabeth sank down to the floor and drew her knees up to her chest. Bobby was right about Marco. She hadn't really believed that he was dangerous and mean but he had just proven his true nature to her. The Marco she had known was completely gone.
